John Smith, a secretly perverted college freshman

It was more of a reaction than a conscious decision. I'd like to say that I would still have done it if time had frozen still and I had all the time in the world to think about it, but some deeper part of me knew that probably wasn't the case. Because HOLY SHIT is it scary to run in front of a bus careening down the street just to hopefully tackle some fucking oblivious stranger out of the way.

Walking with a phone in hand should be outlawed. Thought the guy with earbuds in and a phone in hand. I mean, you can't really can't blame a guy for preferring the blissful sounds of a hodgepodge of rap, heavy metal, and classical music to human conversation.

Even if I wouldn't have consciously chosen to risk for this stranger, I can at least pretend that my conscience and years of giving a slight fuck about others worked together to make my snap decision. Yeah, I must be a good guy-

A good guy whose hand is on something oddly soft...

OH SHIT. I'm touching a boob. And it's a hot one at that.

I scrambled to my feet and took a shaky step back, my eyes wide but never leaving the gorgeous redhead I had crushed beneath my adrenaline-addled body.

Come on man, this is not the time to perv out. For once you can play the fucking hero.

After a moment, I stammered out, "Hey, um, I'm sorry about that. Are you okay?"

The woman looked just as shaky as me as she stayed on the ground. And about my age, with nice juicy tits sprawled out in her black T-shirt.

GOD man, get a fucking grip.

"Yeah, I-I'm good," she responded, breathing heavily. Looking into your eyes for the first time, she added, "Thank you! Don't apologize, I'd be roadkill right now if you hadn't stepped in."

It took me a second to respond, her eyes were just so green and innocent, I got lost in them. And with her cute and soft facial features, it all added up to a pretty picture to say the least. Finally, I managed to say, "Well, thanks, um, here, let me lend you a hand."

I reached down, and she took my hand with no hesitation. I pulled her up, and she got her feet under her. As she did, I couldn't help but notice her thick thighs jiggle slightly in the open air.

The woman smoothed out her red short shorts, then said, "I'm Alice by the way."

"Nice to meet you Alice, I'm John."

As we shook hands, she said, "Normally I'd think this would happen before you dive in front of a bus, but hey, first time for everything."

"Yeah, for sure."

It's surprisingly hard to maintain eye contact when someone's bust is swinging in your face, but I managed it somehow, only glancing out of the corner of my eye.

We stood in silence for a minute, and then she finally said, "Well, I think I, um, have to get going if I wanna make it to my Lit class."

I don't know if I was thinking that somehow my "gallant" feat would be rewarded with a date or some shit, but I do know that I felt a pang of disappointment. Whatever, it's nothing too new.

I responded, "Cool, cool. You a Lit major, or do you just have the class?"

She tapped one foot on the ground and glanced between you and the pavement, looking almost... interested? Shy? No, that couldn't possibly be it.

"Yeah, I am actually. I'm a sophomore at QNU."

"Oh really? That's cool, I'm a freshman there actually, same major."

Her eyes seemed to light up for a moment, if only briefly. "That's awesome! You know, if you want I could show you around, help you learn the ropes sometime. The profs in the department have wildly different specialties, but I'd love to get into them with you sometime, maybe hear what you've, um, got planned for research or whatever. You know, so that I can, um, help out."

That last part seemed to come out a little faster and a whole lot quieter. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost think that she was into me, but hey, she's at least trying to be nice. I certainly don't want to miss out on her swinging, barely secured bust again, so I just said, "Sure, yeah, that sounds great. Thanks for offering."

"Hey, it's the least I can do. Um, can we exchange numbers and work it out from there? I really am running late, and Dr. Thompson is NOT okay with that in his class."

"Ah, he's one of those I see," I said with a small smile, trying to hide my blatant ogling. "We can definitely exchange numbers." As I pulled out my phone from my pocket, I noted that I somehow didn't have a boner, which surprised even me. I guess I am getting invested in the conversation at this point, and Alice seems like a genuinely nice person to know in the Lit department, so maybe there's just that going on. Plus, it's not like I'm over nearly dying yet.

After we exchanged numbers, Alice brushed her hair out of her eyes with a small motion and seemed to blush a little. She looked at me again, and said, "Thanks again John, I really owe you! And it was nice meeting you. I look forward to seeing you around."

"I look forward to seeing you too, and good luck with Dr. Thompson."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Ugh, yeah, that's gonna suck, but I did do research with him last summer so hopefully he'll let me off the hook this one time."

"You also did actually almost get hit by a bus, and you have the scratches to prove it."

She looked down and saw her legs and arms covered in light scratches from the asphalt I had tackled her onto. Which had the unintended side effect of pushing her boobs into a hanging position that I couldn't help but glance at. "Oh, yeah, good point. I should probably lead with that." She turned her arm over, staring intently, then said, "Wow, this is probably going to smart when the adrenaline wears off."

I grimaced with her, then said, "Yeah, that it might. Sorry about that, you might want to wash it off when you get the chance."

"For sure, I'll do that after class." She glared at you one more time, adding, "And again, don't you dare apologize to me, okay?"

I gave a salute, then said, "You got it."

She smiled, then waved and turned on her heel, rushing away while glancing at her watch. I watched her ass sway in her shorts for a moment, my mind spinning like the cloth that couldn't quite contain the underside of Alice's ass cheeks.

FUCK. My adrenaline spiked and I jumped as a man's gnarled hand slapped down on my shoulder. Perfect ass forgotten, I tentatively turned while he said, "She is mighty fine, you were... kind in saving her."

"T-thanks sir," I stammered. The alleys seemed like a great place to be right about then, something about the guy just made me feel almost nauseous, and a cold like no other bit into my shoulder where his hand was still clenching down. Still, he was praising me, so maybe I was just overreacting. I can startle easily apparently.

I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax as the man smiled at me. A chill ran down my spine. There was something off about it, it almost looked like he was trying on a smile for the first time and didn't quite understand the sentiment behind one. The fact that the only thing I could seem to get from his weirdly shifty face was that it was wrinkled didn't do much to much to quell my discomfort.

I felt his hand connect with my shoulder as he patted it, then heard him say, "Yeah, that was fine work. I can see all the reasons you did it, and I can see you-" At that, he seemed to get a faraway look in his eye, but then he blinked rapidly and seemed to come back down to earth.

I just stared as he pulled me closer. His breath wafted into my face, hot but devoid of smell. His eyes locked onto mine, and for the life of me I could not figure out if they were blue, black, green, brown, or any other color. They just were, much like him.

After a moment, he seemed to satisfy himself, and whispered, "You are a kindred spirit of mine. One of the only beings I have found to whom I share this connection."

Okay, now this was just getting plain creepy. I tensed my leg, ready to fucking bolt or get killed by this delusional guy, whichever came first. He simply said, "Calm down John, I'm going to give you a parting gift before I go."

The tension drained out of me in an instant. Wait, that shouldn't happen, should it? I think I should be panicking, or at least feeling something, but all my stress and fear is just gone. It's almost empowering. I stood tall and said, "Hey man, I really appreciate the offer, but I really don't need anything right now, and I have to get home."

The man grimaced, but then his smile returned, still not reaching his eyes. "Of course, it will only take a moment."

"No, I mean tha-" Whatever I was about to say flew out of my head in an instant. My brain cleared, and my body spasmed as if electricity were shooting through every single one of my muscles. My mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out, and instead I just spasmed, my clouded eyes gazing unseeing at the sky.

The man kept a grip on my shoulder, the most excruciating part of my body. It felt like days or weeks, but it must have just been moments when the feelings stopped.

Are people's legs supposed to feel like jello? I wonder if anyone has managed to stand after getting hit by a lightning bolt.

Just like that, a sharp pain shot through my ass and into my lower back. The cold ground soaked into my body for a moment, but then I felt a hand grab my own and pull me up. As I stood, the hand warmed and my pain seemed to disappear, leaving me more refreshed than ever.

Huh, apparently the city doesn't sound too bad in the morning when you aren't in a fucking fugue from lack of sleep.

I looked at the man again, calming down a little, and managed to ask, "Um, what, what's going on?"

He smiled that absolutely ungodly smile and responded, "I was on a walk, clearing my head, and thought I should be kind," at that, his body shivered slightly, almost in reverence, before he continued, "to you and give you a gift. Once per day, you may may make a suggestion to a person of your choosing, and they will take it to heart." With a twinkle in his eye, he added, "And believe me, suggestion can have a rather loose definition. Now then, I really do have to return to my wife in our dimension, I wouldn't miss her dinner for the world. Nor could I if I want to live, if you know you what I mean."

"What do you mean by-" Before I could even finish my sentence, he vanished, leaving only the cold biting into my hand from when he helped me up as proof of him being there at all.

I stood there for a few seconds, staring at the nothing he had been standing in. It's hard to think when everything you think you know is tossed into a blender and thrown in the shitter. I imagine, anyway. At that moment, all I could think about was what exactly he had meant, and whether or not I would be in a straight jacket by the end of the day.

I looked around but I see anyone who would be able to say whether the man had existed at all. Finally, I just sighed, resolving to lock this moment in a corner of my brain and keep it to myself for now, and started to head back home. I figured that was at least something constructive. It's not like I would be able to solve anything by staring at empty space for an even longer amount of time than I already had.

It's almost as if I couldn't let myself have even a single fucking moment of heroism, I just had to ruin that AND my vision of Alice's sexy ass. At least I have her number, that's one positive.

After glancing down at my hands and legs, I noticed that I, too, had scratches and blood all over. I sighed, but at least I was already on the way home. I just had to make it there, then I could process in the shower or something.